Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lithuania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.